Page 145 of How to Prevent a Fumble

Five.

She sets the bowl down on the coffee table and crosses her arms over her chest.

Four.

Three.

“You know—” she starts, but I don’t let her get very far.

Grabbing her, I sit her on my lap, her knees straddling me as she gasps.

Fisting her hair, my mouth is on hers in an instant, her tongue intertwined with mine as she moans into the kiss. I’m not even sure she knows she does it so often—the moaning. Her little gasps of pleasure make my cock twitch every time.

Grabbing her neck, I angle her so I can deepen the kiss, thoroughly enjoying the way she’s already coming undone at my touch.

“I think every player fantasizes about their girl wearing their jersey with nothing on underneath,” I say breathlessly between kisses.

My lips move down to her neck as she fists my shirt, grinding her hips into me.

“Am I your girl now?” she asks through whimpers.

“You’ll always be my girl, Briar,” I say before I can stop myself.

She pulls away just slightly, her brown eyes staring into mine before her fist tugs at my hair, bringing my mouth back to hers.

My left hand cups her chin as I kiss her, not ever being close enough for my liking, as my other snakes under my jersey, her hot, soft skin greeting me as my fingers feather up her side, taking her breast in my palm.

Briar sucks in a breath, her head lolling back as she moans.

“Fuck your body is so fucking perfect,” I tell her, watching as she writhes on top of me with each pluck of her nipple.

My dick pulses beneath her, desperate to be inside of her soaking wet cunt.

Grabbing the hem of the jersey, I hoist it up and over her head, tossing it across the room with the hopes that Champ, fast asleep in her room like usual, doesn’t think I threw a toy and come out and disturb us.

“Are you going to lie to me again?” I ask her, confirming that she’s not wearing a bra.

“I go braless a lot,” she lies through her teeth with a smile.

I shake my head. “You don’t, but keep telling yourself that.”

Before she gets the chance to argue further, my mouth is on her breast, my tongue flicking over her nipple before my teeth clamp down on it, sending her body into overdrive.

“Leo, please,” she pants. I’d torment her a little bit like usual, but I’m also going insane.

Getting up, I peel her shorts off her before laying her down on the couch and spreading her legs, her perfect pussy on full display for me as her ankle hooks over the back.

Keeping her legs spread, I lower my mouth to it, my lips wrapping around her clit and sucking. She moans, her back arching off the couch as her fingers dig into my hair, holding it tight.

She tastes like sex and vanilla, her signature almond scent creating the most sexy, luxurious smell I’ve ever come across.

While my right hand fists her breast, my fingers working her peaked nipple, I use my left hand to insert two fingers inside of her, her walls clamping down around them as she squirms.

As my tongue captures her clit, my fingers rock in and out of her, her moans growing louder and louder as my fingers get slicker.

It’s when she moans my name, the sound of it like honey as she clamps down around me, her body shaking, that I let up just a touch.

“There’s a condom in the pocket of my shorts,” she mutters through a moan.

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